Tarot Chapel, France

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Pearls

Thrown only to myself,
and therefore to all things,
this story is my making,
Furl the streaming out,
Cast: light, shadow, spell,
throw, minnows shoal.
It's a gift to myself. All.
Of all, to all and boundless.
So it is.

Catch

If we all become torches,
it could get bright in here,
to blinding.

Babalon

And the whore aglow aglory
astride her seven-headed lust-dragon,
bedecked in scarlet sun and gold,
juggling fire with the flickering
tongues of her
zillion-eyed snake hair, radiant, moon underfoot, twelve stars for a crown.
She glanced into the matchbox,
and the vermin collected therin
trembled agog at Psky-light
barely felt on their carapaces
then Babalon smiled and closed
the matchbox with lettering in
black "One-God Flea Circus"
which then kindled to dust
Time to put away such trifles.

Singularity

Something is waiting
for us to reach it.
shoots
upward tendril
toward Psky-light
while the carcass
of the outgrown
cracks, groans, to
Give Way. Earth
is, herself, Dreaming
Through.
We. Dream. Psky-light.

Broken Mirror Backing

Behind it all, the shattered I,
Thousand eyes, one for each
Direction. Fan, swirl-miriad,
shards view, and still there's
shadow It's for this--
tune in the spirit radio of of
those electric eyes, abuzz a
crackle of current-seethe.
Now guan yin, now the
peacock of Juno, now
Chameron, now a head
full of snakes.